Maybe just one week...

Ok. I had my week of fun. I didn't think about school. I slacked on my honor's thesis. I went to bed late, woke up late. I had two meals of tuna strait from the can, tortilla chips, and ranch dressing. I spent too much money on textbooks, and didn't sell any back. It's time, now, for me to get disciplined. Back to basics. Pushups every morning, no more hanging out at all hours of the night.

But I did enjoy myself...

We had El Burrito de Chatswoth, with three pots of beans and over 60 burrito's served...(still eating burrito's for lunch)
A bonfire at South Fork. the wind almost took the fire down to Spanish Fork. Wished it woulda hit the MUSS at the U...
Not my hat, nor my glasses. I look like a punk, huh. we rode trax down to SLC and ate at Thaifoon in the Gateway.

Wondering About Jake

Jake hit his year mark in Japan. I miss him. I'll write him a letter this week (after finals). Until I hear from him though, I wonder:

--Does he constantly have to replace his bike brakes because of the always-present moisture during rainy season that makes normal brakes disentegrate in a matter of days? Does he have disc brakes?
--Does he use missionary slang like "goched" and "spoked" and "saikou desu yo" and "yakusokusha"?
--Does he just love tonkatsu?
--Has he ever been to bikkuri donky? I always wanted to go but...
--Does he ever get sick of ringing those kekko boxes that people pretend they can't hear you or aren't home, even when you know they looked through the peephole because it was light and then dark?
--Does he get excited to attend DTM and zone conferences?
--Does he have picture-happy companions (Missionary: Elder, we need to take a picture of this moment... Me: Umm...we're just doing the dishes, Elder...)?
--Does he love the Japanese landscape yet?
--Is he learning the respect and honor of Japanese culture?
--Does he ever eat at Oushous?
--Does he love riding the trains?
--Has he met a member of the yakuza (Japanese mafia)?
--Has he spent hours and hours and hours looking for an address, only to never find it because of the fact that 1)he is illiterate in the country, 2)he is using a copy of a map that has been soaked by the incessant rain and 3) For the most part, Japanese addresses really have no rhyme or reason, just scattered numbers across the paper like shotgun bb's flying through a tornado?

Just wondering about Jake tonight.

Keepin' It Fun

Finals week can be stressful. Jokes and fun and people make it bearable.

We thought these girls might want to keep a phone book handy, just in case...

Shashin o shimesu

Middle eastern food and American Gladiators. Do I lack culture? No way, Jose...

Awww...

Wasn't Jamie a cute baby?

Healthcare REIT IPO Waves

I've been spending a good portion of my time lately on my Honors thesis. By a "good portion," i mean hours and hours. To some, healthcare REIT IPO volume fluctuation may not be the most exciting thing in the world, but to others...well...it's not exciting to others, either.


Lines Composed Upon Watching Bourne Ultimatum

I think it would be nice to be a hit man
No forty hour a week grind
Or spreadsheets to worry about.
You just need a cell phone and a gun
A few passports, maybe, and an indistinguishable
Eastern European accent.

I’m sure I’d have good stories to tell,
At parties. Not that I could tell them, though
Because, then “I’d have to…”—you know.
But the health insurance is great, I hear,
And think of all the frequent flier miles I’d rack up.

But what would I do with all that down time?
Lying in a hotel, waiting for the text to come
With pictures and location of my next, uh, client
Might get pretty boring.

Do you think hit men watch soaps
Or yell at the screen when Ann Coulter comes on?
They must spend some of the time brushing up on languages and reading
How to Shoot a Machine Gun and Never Hit the Hero
For Dummies.

I can see how that life would get old. And stressful too,
Never knowing when that text will come and pull you away
From a Holiday Inn nap.

The Twelve Minute Song

Meatloaf''s I Would Do Anything For Love lasts twelve mintues. Exactly. Listen to it five times, and you're an hour closer to Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.

Just an observation.

Some quotes from Victor Hugo.


The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.

What is that to the infinite?

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

The third quote reminds me of the TL game, the second quote reminds me about perspective, and the first quote is so true, isn't it?

And to bed.

Gottanuther one, Shakespeare????

I feel lame posting another poem, but I just returned from the library and a friends house, it's late, and this is all I have to post.

Heber City is known for cowboy poetry. Well...what about Jock Poetry? This is the first of possibly more to come:

Jock Poetry
Love Ode From A Power Forward
-dave heywood

They say love is like roses and
Daisies and the smell of rain
On a spring day in El Paso Texas

But it’s not.

My love is boxing out with a forearm check
Moses Malone hits the deck
I escape without a tech,
Just a flagrant foul, but what the heck
That’s no sweat off of my thick neck

Baby—my loves like that

I want to see
You and me
Three in the key
Forever

I hope you realize
My heart is the size
Of Barkleys’ thighs
When I gaze in your eyes
And say,
“Babay,
I love you.”

But you never cared for me
Baby

I took a shot, 15 footer, wide open, soft and delicate, gave it my all
But you stuffed me a la Thanksgiving Turkey; “get that weak stuff outta here” you said,
Nicely,
in that fake way, like a mascot on stilts, ready to fall—

But don’t worry, Baby. The world still turns round.
And I
Am on
The rebound.